american poets essays

Years ago, when I was a student in college, a teacher struggled to introduce a classroom full of students to Homer’s Iliad. The bloodshed was all well and good, as was the exotic mythology. But the text itself was laborious, filled with digression and decoration. Why not just say that the two Ajaxes (the Greater Telamonian, and the Lesser, son of Oileus) were inseparable in combat? Why frame their closeness by announcing that
On February 9, 1997, former Academy Chancellor John Hollander gave a master class for benefactors of the Academy of American Poets. The class took place at the New York City home of then Academy Chairman Lyn Chase and her husband, Ned.
In this conversation between debut poet Noah Warren and his aunt, poet and former Academy Chancellor Rosanna Warren, they discuss poetry’s relationship to painting and music, the influence of place, and the experience of coming from a literary family—the poet Robert Penn Warren, also a former Academy Chancellor, was Rosanna’s father and Noah’s grandfather.
If you want to crush a person, 
strike that person first in the mouth. The U.S. government knew this 
when, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, it rounded up native children and transported them to boarding schools across the country. 
One of the most important steps of the 
government’s systematic program of 
“civilization” and assimilation began: Native children were not allowed to 
speak their languages. When they returned home to tribal lands (and many did not return home), they no longer spoke their heritage languages.
In this essay Marilyn Hacker writes about the work of Khaled Mattawa, a poet and translator of contemporary Arabic poetry who also serves as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.
An essay by Michael Ryan about Michael Dickman's poetry collection, Flies, which was chosen by Ryan, Laure-Anne Bosselaar, and Major Jackson for the 2010 James Laughlin Award, given by the Academy of American Poets for a second poetry book.
On the fortieth anniversary of the publication of Ai's poetry collection, Killing Floor, which received the Lamont Poetry Selection in 1978 and is being reissued by Tavern Books this month, Major Jackson re-examines the celebrated poet's work.
When Barbara Guest passed away in the winter of 2006, America lost one of its most fiercely independent and original artists. She had been writing poetry for sixty years. One might call her commitment to the art "heroic" but her primary task was rather, in her words, "to invoke the unseen, to unmask it." Hers is a poetry of revelation and of mystery. When Guest arrived on the scene in the mid-1950s, her work was characterized by an advanced lyricism that must have seemed already full-blown to her contemporaries.
     "American poetry has been part of a culture in conflict. . . .     We are a people tending toward democracy at the level of     hope; at another level, the economy of the nation, the     empire of business within the republic, both include in     their basic premise the idea of perpetual warfare."     — Muriel Rukeyser: The Life of Poetry (1949)
An interview with Robert Hass on the office of the poet laureate, poetry, and its role in American culture. This article originally appeared in American Poet, the biannual journal of the Academy of American Poets. American Poet: Many of us know you as a translator as well as a poet. I wonder if you could begin by talking about that.
Eileen Myles moved from Boston to New York City to become a poet in 1974. Since then, she has established herself as an important and quintessentially New York voice in the landscape of contemporary American poetry—from her involvement with the St. Mark’s Poetry Project, where she served as artistic director from 1984 to 1986; to her championing small presses and mentoring younger poets; to her presence as an active participant in queer culture. Myles has been awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and the Shelley Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, among other honors.
Jordan Davis's poems call up many arenas for me. He was editor of The Poetry Project Newsletter several years ago, and indeed there is a whiff of the downtown/Tulsa/beats/New York School tradition for which The Poetry Project has been a haven. But there are also strains of Marcel Janco, Paul Reverdy, and Matsuo Basho; of W. H.
I've always been impressed by Joshua Weiner's formal intelligence and his sure knowledge of how to make a poem. He's learned as much from Mina Loy, Robert Duncan, and Tom McGrath as he has from Thom Gunn, Thomas Hardy, and George Herbert. His poems are open to many different kinds of aesthetic approaches, including those of jazz and the blues.
No one I know writes like Mónica de la Torre. Many use some of the same techniques, the much-loved and now over-famous Ashberian non sequitur, for example, but even so she has a subtle and disarming way of tying her dissimilars together. In her poems, we encounter odd characters who meet in David Lynch-like accidental fashion. Small bizarre incidents coalesce into a sign of our own mirrored, uncertain world. The very camera which would explicate the internal state of the subject, has no film in it.
An essay by Fanny Howe on the poetry of Elana Bell, whose book Eyes, Stones was selected by Howe as the winner of the 2012 Walt Whitman Award in poetry, given by the Academy of American Poets.
The sestina has been around for more than eight centuries—and has received, in the past few decades, a wide variety of attention. What sets the sestina apart?
Penciled in the margin of The Works of Virgil (1838), a Latin textbook that Emily Dickinson shared with a school-friend, is
Academy Chancellor Brenda Hillman discusses her poetic influences, visual art, the role of the poet in our culture, and what she finds exciting about American poetry today in this Q&A, from the spring-summer 2016 issue of American Poets, the biannual journal of the Academy of American Poets.
In his time, Robert Lowell achieved unquestionable stardom. The author of twelve collections, countless translations, adaptations from Greek plays, and an original drama, he won the Pulitzer in 1947 for his second book, Lord Weary’s Castle (Harcourt, 1946), and again in 1974 for his collection The Dolphin (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1973), one of three books he published in 1973 alone.
I like my poetry 
like I like my politics, 
local. For all the grandeur of the poem 
that attempts to speak in the broadest, most universal strokes, I prefer my verse at street level. Perhaps no other poet in the American tradition does this like Gwendolyn Brooks.